Thou shalt honor thy Palate brothers and sisters.

Maybe you’re in a rush and you just wish your co-barista could sling a latté in half the time. Or perhaps they forgot to top up the syrup bottles and now you’re rooting through the cabinet for a bottle of vanilla. But to quote a classic hymnal about fellowship during tough times: we’re all in this together. Be patient and remember that, first and foremost, you and your co-barista are a team.

Thou shalt not make for thyself an idol out of Palate brothers and sisters—for thine Palate brothers and sisters are not perfect.

I mean, nobody’s perfect.

Thou shalt not misuse the spelling of Palate.

It’s not pallet nor is it palette. Nor is it Pilates although I would be all for Pilates if that was offered.

Remember thy shift by keeping it: in it thou shalt not do any work that is not Palate work, nor thy manservant, nor thy maidservant, nor thy cattle, nor thy stranger that is within thy Sanford gates.